SUPPLEMENT TO

One Hundred Choice Selections, No. 9

CONTAINING

SENTIMENTS For Public Occasions;

WITTICISMS For Home Enjoyment;

LIFE THOUGHTS For Private Reflection;
FUNNY SAYINGS For Social Pastime, &c.

Say not that friendship's but a name,

Sincere we none can find;

An empty bubble in the air,

A phantom of the mind.

What is this life without a friend?

A dreary race to run,

A desert where no water is,

A world without a sun.

Alfred.

If you can be well without health, you can be happy without virtue.

Burke.

An honorable death is better than an inglorious life.

Socrates.

Mere empty-headed conceit excites our pity, but ostenta

tious hypocrisy awakens our disgust.

Dickens

The Sabbath is the golden clasp which binds together the volume of the week.

Longfellow.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown;

No traveler ever reached that blest abode

Who found not thorns and briers in the road. Cowper.

Oh, happy you, who, blest with present bliss,
See not with fatal prescience future tears,
Nor the dear moment of enjoyment miss
Through gloomy discontent, or sullen fears
Foreboding many a storm for coming years.
The modest water saw its God, and blushed.

Mrs. Tighe.

Crashaw.

Knowledge may slumber in the

memory, but it never dies; it is like the dormouse in its home in the old ivied tower, that sleeps while winter lasts, but wakes with the varm breath of sig.

The base wretch who hoards up all he can

Is praised and called a careful, thrifty man. Dryden.
Extreme vanity sometimes hides under the garb of ultra
modesty.
Mrs. Jameson.

It needs not great wealth a kind heart to display,—
If the hand be but willing, it soon finds a way;
And the poorest one yet in the humblest abode
May help a poor brother a step on the road.

Swain.

I wouldn't give a penny for a man as would drive a nail in slack because he didn't get extra pay for it.

For who would lose,

Though full of pain this intellectual being,

Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallowed up and lost
In the wide tomb of uncreated night?

Geo. Eliot,

Milton.

Misfortune does not always wait on vice; nor is success the constant guest of virtue.

Unblemished let me live, or die unknown;

Oh grant an honest fame, or grant me none.

Hazard.

Pope.

Happy the man who can endure the highest and the lowest fortune. He who has endured such vicissitudes with equanimity has deprived misfortune of its power.

Were I, O God, in churchless lands remaining,
Far from all voice of teachers or divines,

My soul would find, in flowers of thy ordaining,

Priests, sermons, shrines!

Seneca.

Horace Smith.

It is one of the sad conditions of life, that experience is not transmissible. No man will learn from the sufferings of another; he must suffer himself.

I feel no care of coin;

Well-doing is my wealth;

My mind to me an empire is,

While grace affordeth health.

Southwell.

Words are things; and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

Byron

Objects close to the eye shut out much larger objects on the horizon; and splendors born only of the earth eclipse the stars. So a man sometimes covers up the entire disc of eternity with a dollar, and quenches transcendent glories with a little shining dust.

Who's in or out, who moves the grand machine,
Nor stirs my curiosity or spleen ;

Secrets of state I no more wish to know

Than secret movements of a puppet-show.

Chapin.

Churchill.

When there is love in the heart, there are rainbows in the eyes, which cover every black cloud with gorgeous hues. Beecher.

Knowledge roams creation o'er,
Telling what the ages say;
Silent Wisdom evermore

Holds the lamp to light the way.

Annie E. Cole.

The Bible contains more true sublimity, more exquisite beauty, more pure morality, more important history, and finer strains of poetry and eloquence, than can be collected from all other books, in whatever age or language they have been written. Sir William Jones.

Small service is true service while it lasts;
Of friends, however humble, scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the ling'ring dewdrop from the sun.

Wordsworth. It must be confessed that the believer in Christianity has this great advantage over the infidel--that the worst that can happen to the former, if his belief be false, is the best that can happen to the latter if his belief be true; they can but lie down together in an eternal sleep.

Touch us gently, Time!

We've not proud nor soaring wings;

Our ambition, our content,

Lies in simple things:

Humble voyagers are we

O'er life's dim unsounded sea,

Seeking only some calm clime:

Touch us gently, gentle Time!

Byron.

Barry Cornwall.

He who sedulously attends, pointedly asks, calmly speaks, coolly answers, and ceases when he has no more to say, is in possession of some of the best requisites of man. Lavater.

A good thought is a great boon, for which God is to be first thanked, then he who is the first to utter it, and then, in a lesser but still in a considerable degree, the man who is the first to quote it to us.

If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam;

The world has nothing to bestow :

From our own selves our joy must flow,

And that dear hut, our home.

The evening of life brings with it its lamps.

Bovec.

Cotton.

Joubert.

Virtue is the beauty, and vice the deformity of the soul.

Take joy home,

Socrates.

And make a place in thy great heart for her,
And give her time to grow, and cherish her;
Then will she come, and oft will sing to thee,
When thou art working in the furrows.

Onward and upward our motto shall be,
Earth has no home for the pilgrim and stranger,
Lured by temptation, encompassed by danger,
Home of the blest, we are passing to thee.

Nothing is more natural, nothing more admirable. than the aspiration of good and capable men to lead men and to govern great states. G. W. Curtis.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

Geo. Eliot.

There's music in Nature, like deeper revealings
Of memories passed which her voice would recall,
There are tones that like angels may visit our feelings,
But love's whispered word is the sweetest of all.

The world is full of music,

Then let our voices ring;

The "morning stars" together sang,

Then why should not we sing?

Charles Swain,

The "sons of God" once joined the spheres

In loudest shouts of joy;

Then why should not our Maker's praise,
Our highest notes employ.

He that is not open to conviction is not qualified for dis

cussion.

Bishop Whately.

For e ery bad there might be a worse; and when a man breaks his leg let him be thankful it was not his neck.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

Base envy withers at another's joy,

And hates that excellence it cannot reach.

Bishop Hall.

Shakspeare.

Thomson.

There is something thrilling and exalting in the thought that we are drifting forward into a splendid mystery,-into something that no mortal eye has yet seen, no intelligence has yet declared. Chapin.

Many a man full of good qualities lacks the only one which would make them of use.

Satire should, like a polished razor keen,

Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen. Lady Montague. The imprudent man reflects on what he has said; the wise man on what he is going to say.

None are so tiresome as they who always agree with us: we might as well talk with echoes.

Man yields to custom as he bows to fate,

In all things ruled,-mind, body, and estate;
In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply

To them we know not, and we know not why.
The first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remembered knolling a departed friend.

Crabbe.

Shakspeare.

Man in society is like a flower

Blown in his native bed; 'tis there alone
His faculties, expanded in full bloom,

Shine out; there only reach their proper use.

Couper.

Wisdom does not show itself so much in precept as in life, in a firmness of mind and a mastery of appetite. It teaches us to do, as well as to talk; and to make our words and actions all of a color.

Seneca.

Denham

Books should to one of these four ends conduce:
For wisdom, piety, delight, or use.